I love old ones.I love skinny ones.I love fat ones.I love thugs.I love businessmen, salesmen, coaches, janitors, dishwashers, soldiers.I love wealthy ...thletes as well as lazy n!&&@s who sit around and drink malt liquor and smoke Newports and collect welfare.I love them one-at-a-time, two-at-a-time, or a whole group standing in line to take a turn with me.(LOL, my favorite is probably still one-on-one, though)I don't love light-skinned ones, or mocha, or caramel half-breed Obama ones.I DO love. I hobbled over towards Kathy. She looked up at me appreciate as I grabbed onto her arm and helped her up. She held onto me for support. I looked around and it hit me. There was no sign of land."What happened?", Kathy suddenly whispered. This snapped me back to reality. Without saying a word I ran across the deck and up the steps to the bridge. Chris was kneeling over Janet. She was awake but seemed only semi-conscious. Chris was trying to comfort her. Sarah was sitting in front of the controls,. I started to ravage my self on those beautiful breasts. They were white , creamy and delicious. As I caressed and moved my hands around her breasts, she started moaning. And the moans just made me hornier. With each moan, my activities on her breasts increased. It was no longer caressing. I was almost mauling it. I just couldn’t resist it any more and started licking those breasts with my tongue.I had one hand on the left breast while I sucked on the right one. I reversed the trend and repeated. She got turned on and came towards me and untied her hair.I kissed Athira aunty’s maid in the heat of the moment, and slowly we got too close and started having sex. All this while, Swathi aunty, my landlady, was watching us. The maid fucked me for half an hour, and she left for her work. I was too exhausted and did not let Shruti aunty fuck me that night.The next morning when I went to the college, I was shocked as everyone was paying attention to me. My sex with the principal madame had been.